Dai Densetsu no Yūsha no Densetsu:Volume 2 Chapter 4

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And Then The Balance Scales Used By The Demon

He looked down at the bodies.

He looked down at the cruelly chopped up bodies.

Many bodies were now scattered about the hall, which was filled with a sea of blood.

Looking at that.

“............”

But, Sion said nothing.

He was now in the throne room of the castle of Roland Empire.

In other words, in this place where the head of this country was in.

Where numerous bodies were scattered about, which was an unusual occurrence, but yet,

“............”

Sion --- the king of this country said nothing.

With his piercing golden eyes in which a strong will was embedded, he merely looked down on the pile of brutally broken bodies before him.

And then.

“............”

He looked up slightly.

Into the hall.

No, rather, much further inwards, he was looking at something that was squirming.

He could not see it clearly.

The attached magical lights that were used to light up the hall were destroyed, and on top of that, rain was falling outside of the window, making it extremely dark.

In that darkness, something was squirming.

But there was no sound.

Neither was there any presence sensed.

He could only tell that something strange was squirming about.

He could also tell that it was the thing that created the pile of bodies.

No, this was not something new.

A situation where Sion merely closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, and before he knew it, right before him, a pile of bodies --- a pile of bodies belonging to the guards protecting this hall appeared, with something creeping in within the same breath.

Then.

“....... again?”

Sion muttered.

He fixed a glare onto the something within that darkness.

“...... no matter how many times you try, you have no chance of winning in this land.”

He said and then.

"......"

A voice seemed to cry out from within the darkness.

But that was too soft. Too feeble. Not quite audible.

Then Sion,

“...... I can’t hear you. But there’s no need to. Lucile.”

He said.

Lucile immediately appeared behind him. In a place which should have been empty, appeared an unusually beautiful man.



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